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What are you waiting for?
"So what would you do man?"
There's a cold butt rolling idly in my fingers. What was my answer the last four times? Something about bouncing the psycho bitch and getting the fuck out of purgatory.
"I just get out, fuck tomorrow, fuck fucking, just get out before it's over- crazier"
But that's the problem with free advice, and crying wolf.
They'll be back at it in twelve hours, and I'll be coming off a double, leading into another, leading into another.
It's not like I can tell him any different, say any different, do any different.
Shit's bad, crazy, and bad. He's gotta learn. I gotta teach.
Wish I had your problems.
She'll start resenting, knowing he gets all his best ideas from me.
And before I know it, I won't be coming around so much, always a good reason for me to stay out of the loop.
That's the spell, satiring choice.
Good night sweet prince, see you next meltdown.
